Magic Is A Child(Nektar)
At the time I was a little boy
All my senses were in bloom
The forests were adventure
There dwelt the legends of my mind
I was the keeper of the golden key
I made all the rules
I only had to dream to create the scene
Magic is a child
Imagination is alive
Magic is imagination
A child is alive
How the trees were so high
The cheese in the sky
Were part of my imagination
I was goblins and elves
With small mushroom shelves
As Brothers Grimm would tell their stories
Opening my eyes in the morning I would see
Patterns in the trees making shapes that were a
Face to me
In those tireless times
And those carefree lines
That we draw ourselves
But they're never kept
I know magic is a child
Imagination is alive
Magic is imagination
A child is alive
Magic is a child
Imagination is alive
Magic is a child
Alive as a child's imagination
REalmente muito bonita, Roderick. Adoro músicas tristes, apesar delas não serem apropriadas pra qualquer momento, já que podem nos fazer ficar piores e desabar...
ResponderExcluirAlgumas pessoas pensam do seu modo, Gilberto. Fiquei preocupado ao postar isso, mas mais pelo vídeo,q acaba focando uma perda: a morte de uma pessoa querida. Penso q músicas tristes, textos tristes ou mesmo quando expomos nossa tristeza, através da escrita, é uma catarse, corremos o risco de nos desabar, mas é um desabafo, q mesmo com compulsivos choros, podem trazer um certo alívio.
ResponderExcluirGrato pelo comentário.
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